Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

128

Chapter 128

"Drink some water before you go to sleep."

Beside the kang bed, the man's eyebrows drooped slightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, his right hand had distinct joints, and he held a glass of water steadily, but no one cared about the glass of water, and the person half lying on the bed closed his eyes and ignored him.

Xue Yu was wiped with a dry towel, and his flushed face was clean, the corners of his eyes and lips were bright red, still very beautiful, the only difference from two hours ago was that his eyelids were a little swollen.

He felt that he was already full of holes.

He didn't want to open his eyes to face the current situation.

He didn't want to see bad things...

His mood would get worse.

But the more he didn't want to, the more Ning Yao didn't show any tact. He bent his upper body slightly, moved the cup closer, and asked in a hoarse and gentle voice with a little tentativeness: "Will you get up and drink something?"

After asking this for the second time without getting tired, Xue Yu finally opened his eyes and turned around wrapped in the quilt, leaving him with a snow-white neck. He said tiredly: "Leave it there, I'll drink it later."

"Well," Ning Yao tucked the quilt that had slipped away: "Don't forget to drink, the water is warm."

Xue Yu was not very patient: "I know, don't you have to go and get busy? Go ahead, I want to sleep."

There was a little doubt in the tone of his words. Xue Yu didn't know if he lacked exercise too much. It was obvious that he and Ning Yao were about the same age, but Ning Yao could wipe him here and there as if nothing had happened after a life-threatening struggle. After wiping, he asked him to have a good rest and said that he still had to go and get busy.

He seemed useless.

Xue Yu hid his face in the quilt after seeing this contrast, and didn't want to say anything. Only the slightly red neck exposed outside revealed his depressed mood at the moment.

Ning Yao picked up the kettle and added a little more hot water to the enamel cup. Then he put the snacks he bought on the way to a place where Xue Yu could easily reach without getting out of bed. Only then did he finish the preparations for going out.

He walked to the door, and his back, which extended to the waist of his pants, was tight and powerful: "Then I'm leaving. I'll be back as soon as possible."

After saying this, his hand just happened to rest on the door lock. His eyes moved casually and saw that the quilt on the bed, which had been dead silent, suddenly stirred. Xue Yu hurriedly poked his head out and looked over at him in a hurry as if he couldn't bear to leave him.

Ning Yao's throat slipped along with it.

The action was too hasty, and Xue Yu took a slight breath, then held the edge of the bed tightly, and said sincerely: "Don't be so anxious, you can come back later, after all, making money is important."

What if he comes back so early and does something bad again?

He still wants more rest time.

Xue Yu wanted Ning Yao to come back later so much that his tone was solemn and sincere, as if he was very afraid that Ning Yao would come back early.

Ning Yao: "..."

Ning Yao frowned slightly, realized that this would scare Xue Yu, and then quickly relaxed, but his voice changed, and became frighteningly low: "It's just some unimportant things, I'll be back soon."